Awake, Aeolian lyre, awake, And give to rapture all thy trembling strings;From Helicon's harmonious springs A thousand rills their mazy progress take;The laughing flowers that round them grow Drink life and fragrance as they flow.Now the rich stream of music winds along,Deep majestic, smooth and strong.Through verdant vales and Ceres' golden reignNow rolling down the steep amain,Now headlong, impetuous, see it pour;The rocks and nodding groves rebellow to the roar.